Romance Novels About Revenge Novels & Stories

My breath immediately caught in my throat as the electric eyes flickered over me, and a second later, recognition set in them. "If it isn't Victor Kane’s little whore of a wife," his mouth pulled into a humorless smile. Cold washed through me immediately, replacing the heat from being so close to him. I flinched away from his hold at his crass words, even though they were true. I had never personally met Mr. Wolfe but I had heard my hus- I mean, Ex husband- talk about him severally. From how Victor had spoken about him with unconcealed disgust and hatred, I'd expected him to be another fat, hideous man not the adonis that stood before me. The rivalry between the two men was legendary, and

A young coordinator asked, “What happens if the Council doesn’t recover?” Rachel’s response was simple. “Then we rebuild it again. With fewer passwords and more fire.” That night, Sophie returned to her suite in Manhattan and found a letter on the desk. It was from Alexander. “She tried to buy me. I said no.” “Not because I’m noble.” “But because I’ve seen what your ‘yes’ has cost you.” “So now I’ll protect mine like it’s armor.” “And if I burn my name in the process — at least I’ll burn it for something real.”

"And if he actually knows, then was he the one who snatched away my job and spoiled my reputation? Is he helping the Jones?" She asked herself multiple questions over and over again, and moreover they were indeed some logical questions that came to her. She had a gut feeling that someone definitely had the malicious intentions behind her sudden demotion and disruption of her career. She was keen on finding who was the one. "But who?" That one single question was supposed to keep her pestred for a long time. She chose a red dress and prepared her black heels to go along with the outfit. "Boraza Inn? Accident eight years ago? This anonymous letter?" She calculated the occurrence of events, "I

In his heart, he desperately craves the type of love the author writes about. “ Someone is In love.” Alice teased. “In love with her books? Yes. Double sided revenge is the latest book. It's a book on romance driven by revenge. Dark romance.” Sehun added. He removed his jacket and folded it nearly before he placed it on a side of the wide blanket.

He didn’t glance my way, but I could tell something was off—his shoulders were tense, his jaw rigid. “Where were you?” I asked, softly. He didn’t respond. Just slipped off his coat and tossed it carelessly onto the sideboard. “You haven’t eaten—” “I’m not hungry.” His tone was sharp. Dismissive. “I just... wanted to spend some time—” He turned. “Why? So you can sit there and watch me like some lovesick puppy?” The words stung. My throat tightened. “I’m your wife, Jaxon.” He walked toward me, slow and deliberate. Then, without warning, he yanked the book from my hands and tossed it aside. The thud echoed like a slap.

“Just… be here. With me.” I looked into his eyes, and a big frown spread over my face before I moved away from him, and he moved to lie on the other side of the bed. I hated myself; I hated myself for enjoying being with him. This was supposed to be just a deal, a way to get close to him and carry out my revenge, not to enjoy it. Feeling terrible, I moved slightly and noticed a bloodstain on the bed—the stain of my virginity. Alpha Enzo’s eyes fell on it too.

An hour ago I was standing on the bridge about to end it all and now here I was in my supposed fiancé’s house. Yes… I’m getting married to Sebastian. If I have to marry a total stranger to bring Ethan and Lila down, I will. After all, I married for love… and look what it did to me. Now I’m marrying for revenge. That alone sounded crazy in my head, but at this point, nothing about my life made sense anymore. I sat on the couch quietly, rubbing my hands on my lap, trying to calm the fury inside me.

Like everything she touched in that world. "He couldn't protect you." My voice cracked on the words. "One job, Elena. He had one fucking job as Don, and you're dead." The rage was better than the grief. Cleaner. Sharper. I traced her name on the headstone—Elena Ferrara Conti. She'd been so proud to take his name. So sure he'd keep her safe. "I'll avenge you," I whispered. "I promise. But not with a bullet. He doesn't get a quick death. I'm going to marry him, Lena. I'm going to become everything you were to him. And then I'm going to destroy him from the inside."

Scarlett could do whatever the fuck she wanted to do with Kendall or whatever, because it didn't even matter as long as she was legally married to me and her dumb father had to wake up every morning to remember that his daughter was in the hands of a sick guy like me. That was all that mattered anyways. The revenge plan. I'd spent so many years planning and perfecting it for Isabella, I couldn't let some stupid chick ruin all that just like that. I liked to think she wasn't all that special, she wasn't even my traditional type. I just probably only wanted her so badly because I knew she was off limits. Right? I'd watched some dramatic romance dramas and read a few romance novels and all the

The main character lost his memories after someone hit his head with a plank, and he fell and hit his head on a rock, and when he woke up, the first person he saw was the person who had tried to kill him. The person he saw first happened to be his ex-wife, and also the person who was trying to kill him because he caught her trying to steal his property before he lost his memories, but after he woke up she lied to him that they were still married and that all the property belonged to her but she registered them under his name because of how much she loved him. She then tries to get him to sell off all the properties while claiming their company had ton bankrupt and that they needed the money